I have been seeing, hearing and talking about this term for the last few days. It keeps popping up. I know that is means… something. Even as I write the words on this ‘page’ I feel a rumble inside of me. I am a human… being. Not a human being saying it as we normally do, without thought, as it is our birthright. With all the books I’m reading and conversations around ‘being’, it is becoming so simple. Like breathing I am, we are humans…being. That is all.
How do I live? Well now, I take a breath, then engage, it is the act of me being, it is totally uncomplicated. I have heard the term, the nominalization, human being all my life. It has been used to separate , to pass judgement. I never took the time before now to really say and hear the words in this way. I am a human….. being. A tree knows tree, it know nothing more than how to ‘be’ tree. As a human I have been taught to twist myself into all sorts of things , to be sister, daughter, wife, friend, foe, worker, independent, mindful, careful, scared, the list could go on and on. When really there is only one thing I need to know, to be a human….being.
I am not sure why this is resonating with me so much, why it has been calling for me to write since I read Lisa’s blog on WGGG yesterday. I just know it is significant to me. So I will sit here breathing, allowing it to move through me and see where it takes me.